Chapter 96: Yes, I Will Die

That sentence had haunted Tilda all her life and had become a tormenting nightmare.

The next second… what she’d been waiting for finally came.

“No matter if I want to admit it or not, we’re siblings by blood. So, as your biological brother… there’s something I want to ask of you,”

As he spoke, Dominic stepped forward, stopping just a couple of steps away from Tilda. At 6’2", Dominic towered over her, and Tilda had to tilt her head up slightly to look at him.

Tilda met Dominic’s calm, cold eyes, which seemed capable of tearing her soul apart. He parted his lips and spoke in a cold, cutting voice, each word like a knife aimed to tear her apart. “Tilda, I hope… you… die.”

Dominic was completely serious; there was no hesitation or pretense in his voice. It was a “genuine wish,” born from pure disgust and hate. It was also a side of the Jenson Group’s CEO that no one had ever seen. Right in front of the sister he’d just found after she’d been missing for 19 years, he said he wanted her dead.

Tilda had already learned this in her past life. At the time, she was completely focused on getting on Dominic’s good side. She secretly observed him and noticed that Kyla had learned to bake and often made him chocolate cakes. Dominic loved them and always praised her baking. So Tilda poured all of her effort into making a chocolate cake for him. But Dominic just glanced at it and, with an expressionless, incredibly cold, and ruthless tone, said…

As her older brother, her blood relative… he had only one demand for her.

He wanted her… dead.

That was the only thing Dominic ever said to Tilda before she was burned alive in her past life. Then, just like that, Dominic shut the door.

Chapter 96: Yes, I Will Die

Tilda was left standing there, clutching the chocolate cake. She was chilled to the bone. Her mind went blank. Even breathing became a struggle. She felt like a fool, frozen in place: ridiculous, childish, and pathetic. Tilda didn’t know what words could describe her feelings at that time; those words were just too weak. She only remembered that her depression got much worse after that day. That’s when the suicidal thoughts and self-hate began, too.

The only change was…

In her previous life, Dominic was too disgusted to even say her name, as if it would give him bad breath. This life, he did.

But it didn’t make much of a difference. Tilda couldn’t help but laugh. The smirk tugging at her mouth was nothing but ridicule.

Dominic hadn’t expected Tilda to smile like that. It was like… she had been waiting for him to say that all along. When his verbal attack failed to have the desired effect, a flood of thoughts rushed through his mind.

“Yes, I will die. Everyone dies eventually. But I’ll close my eyes peacefully, surrounded by the love, prayers, and protection of the people who are important to me. I’ll do everything a person should do in this life and fulfill all my dreams and happiness. That way, I won’t regret having lived. Many people will remember me. I’ll be dead, but I’ll still be alive in their hearts.”

Una, Andy, DJ, even Jude…

In this life, Tilda would live a different life. She wouldn’t be submissive. She’d shine like the blazing sun, radiant and unshakable, carving her path one step at a time, living exactly as she pleased! She knew she’d meet plenty more people along the way. She didn’t need many friends, but she knew she would have a few more.

Tilda’s beautiful new life, lived on her own terms, had no room for the Jensons! Just thinking about the chance to live it all over again made her heart race with joy.

Dominic saw that Tilda was not affected at all and her eyes were shining.

He spoke coldly, “Remember? A bad woman like you, who betrays her family and turns against them–who would remember you? Not a single person in the Jensons will! Everyone has seen your true colors and wants you to die! What I just said is the only prayer your own blood relatives have for you! Tilda, you’ve lived such a despicable life. Do you really think you won’t go to hell?!”

As Dominic said those words, his gaze remained fixed on Tilda. He didn’t miss a single detail. From what Dominic knew, Tilda had returned to the Jensons as a timid, people-pleasing type. Even with the Jenson Group’s resources and his hacking skills honed from years on the dark web, he couldn’t find any other background on Tilda. He just thought she was a girl who had been missing for 19 years, had lived a hard life, and was just a little clever. A girl who desperately craved family affection, love, and everything Kyla had.

But ever since that viral incident, Tilda seemed like a completely different person.